Zero Edge's blog: "Philosophy"

Hold it, Touch it, Feel it, but don’t let it ever drop. Don’t drop this long lost forgotten feeling that is letting me grasp your clothes as I am stripping them away. In which our feelings were beginning to lose its essence as soon as I stripped the last piece of her garment. No need to feel the emotion for as soon as the skin was touching another skin we were weaving ourselves in a coarse but delicate euphoric state. A state that we were trembling but when we began holding each other there was a sleight of hand. The hands that we begin to hold in sacrilege were the cause of its sleight. As we felt hope as that blissful moment and ignorance was the new knowledge exchanged for an unclean and impure moment. We know not the consequences between The two because it was ephemeral-that moment that could split the real world and surreal- it was evanescent-moist and blood mingled only to reunite to our garments- and… it was absolute-only between now and later will be the certainty that we’ll make it. As the deep sighs were exchanged the unnerved feeling of that forgotten feeling began to subside wholly. Lying across from each other that corseted body was one of the objects of my affection in its morphed state. As I let my hands guide you through your heart these feelings of awe-for shapes and curves were known to be the biggest curse of beauty anxiety- sweat and tears were mixing in unison that a single drop came from us and… despair began running through my mind. Although I see you clearly from this side wholly as your beauty is unparalleled to everyone that begins to unfold like winter blooms that show their purest bosoms and spreads like white butterflies giving off a glimmer in the night sky. The stitched heart that we held began to lose its stitches as it clearly tells us That we don’t need to repair it for it has been mended and the wounds are clearly healed. As we recalled it, no harm was done in it, it was just waiting to be mended. The soul that we call- The universal amorphous being is beginning to embed codes of feelings, emotions and time. Feelings embedded are seen everywhere because we told our bodies to respond in a shaky, loose manner that we’re holding nothing back and not looking back. Emotions recreated and relayed in suspended motion tempts our bodies to keep moving till sanity takes over The Irrational and defeats it. Time is the amount we put through to strip our virginity like there was no time left for breathing change and renewal. As I sigh I began to look at you as you were on top of the world. Feeling those soft, firm breasts, that orgasmic feeling of you shaking. Suddenly I blew at your gentle face and you stopped in a heartbeat just like me. In that reserved moment we smiled and kissed each other softly. Also, in that momentous bliss, we felt paradise as our escape in this world of pride and lies. Before I forget this night I write in soul and heart this assembled homage of familiarity and nostalgia. Familiarity that this bodies may be together again someday. Nostalgia as we feel this body assembled again at this place.